I was scheduled to go in to the hospital on Saturday January 21st to be induced at 5:00. I was 41 weeks pregnant only dilated a finger tip, and MISERABLE. So on Saturday I tied up all the loose ends, made sure everything was ready and even went and got a pedicure. We went out to eat our "last meal" with my dad, sister and grandma, and off to the hospital we went. I got checked in, changed into that lovely hospital gown, went over a million and one questions, and then they placed the cervidil. So the plan was to wait till 5 o'clock sunday morning and then check me and see if the cervidil made me dilate, which of course it didn't do ANYTHING! I wanted to cry, so the nurse inserted a new round of cervidil and then we waited. Around noon on Sunday I started contracting pretty good, my doctor came in and checked me still no progress. She said if I didn't start dialating by 3, we would be sent home and restart this process next friday. I couldn't imagine waiting another week to see my baby, let alone being 42 weeks pregnant. So we started walking, hoping that would help things along. I was contracting about every 5 min, and they were really starting to hurt. So we went back to the room to sit down, and bam a gush of fluid came out. "This is it" I thought, turns out it wasn't my water breaking, it was all the fluid from the cervidil. When the nurse was checking to see if my water broke, she told me I was 1 and 1/2 centimeter dilated... and that they were sending me home. I was so heartbroken. I didn't want to go home and wait another week to see my baby, and I sure as heck did not want to be pregnant for another week. So we packed up our stuff and headed home, I had a complete meltdown outside the hospital, I was exhausted and still contracting really good. The car ride home was horrible the contractions kept getting stronger and stronger.
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